Above him, a face filled with fear came into view. Maybe it was the eye makeup, but the corners of his eyes drooped more than usual—strangely enough, it aroused him.
“Didn’t I tell you not to give interviews?”
As he tightened his grip on the back of Eun-jo’s neck, a groan escaped Eun-jo’s lips, and he dropped to his knees. A cold, piercing gaze bore down on him.
“It wasn’t an interview…”
Fingers slid inward, stroking Eun-jo’s neck—grazing lightly, yet with a threat that suggested he could strangle him at any moment.
“And what the hell are you wearing?”
“T-Team Leader…”
Only then did Eun-jo realize he was angry. His eyes widened, round and full of fear.
“Shut your mouth.”
He felt disgusted. The thought of others seeing Eun-jo dressed like this, the phone call with Jin Mu-seong—it all made his blood boil. But what infuriated him most was the fact that he was still so easily swayed by Eun-jo.
Without warning, he yanked Eun-jo’s hair, pulling him harshly toward his crotch.
“Ugh…!”
“What did I tell you?”
His voice was low, cutting. In that moment, Eun-jo felt a twitch in his lower belly.
Haa…
He’d been holed up in the treatment room for days, without even a chance to jerk off or get laid. At the sound of that familiar commanding tone, his body reacted instantly—his toes curled, and heat surged downward. Desperately trying to suppress the arousal rising within him, Eun-jo darted a glance between the waiting room door and Park Se-yul, fear clouding his eyes.
“No, I can’t. The staff will come in any minute…”
Before he could finish, a large hand grabbed his chin. Forcing his mouth open, two thick fingers suddenly slid inside.
“Hmpf…!”
The fingers drove in deep, moving in and out as if fucking his mouth.
Each time they reached his uvula and retreated, strings of thick saliva clung to them.
Slurp, slurp! Lewd, wet noises filled the room. When the number of fingers increased to three, his lips—glossed and shiny—were stretched to their limit.
“You really painted your lips like a fucking hole.”
“Hmpf, ngh…! Hoo, mph!”
“Did you know your hole down there is the same color?”
All three fingers were buried deep in his pink lips. As they thrusted shallowly into that hot, wet mouth—so much like his other hole—Eun-jo gagged and choked. Tears welled up in his round eyes, staining them red.
“You’re pretty.”
He gave Eun-jo a light slap across the cheek and pulled his fingers out. Hweek! The moment his airway cleared, Eun-jo clutched his throat, coughing and sputtering. Saliva dripped from his lips, mixing with smeared lip gloss.
Not giving him even a second to recover, Park Se-yul grabbed his hair again and tugged sharply.
“Get into position, Yeo Eun-jo.”
At the commanding tone, Eun-jo’s body moved on instinct. He knelt down, placing his hands behind his back. Just as he’d been taught. Park Se-yul’s face relaxed, just slightly.
“What are you supposed to do next?”
His polished shoe pressed hard into Eun-jo’s thigh.
“Ugh…!”
“Hmm?”
The answer was obvious. Eyes trembling, Eun-jo looked toward his crotch. His erection was clearly outlined through his pants.
He wanted to rip them off and lick him like a dog. He wanted to have his head yanked back by the hair and be forced to take that cock all the way down his throat. But to get that, he’d need to defy him—just a little more.
Then he’ll punish me…
With shaking hands, Eun-jo wrapped his arms around Park Se-yul’s leg. Then, gazing up at him with tear-filled, pleading eyes, he whispered,
“Please, hweek… Not here. Hic…”
Afraid someone might walk in, Eun-jo blinked rapidly. Tears he’d been holding back began to roll slowly down his cheeks.
He parted his lips ever so slightly and tilted his head, making the smeared gloss more visible. Park Se-yul’s gaze fixed on the moist, reddish interior of his mouth.
“I’ll take your cock somewhere else… Please, Team Leader…”
In that instant, his eyes gleamed. Without warning, Eun-jo was yanked into a makeshift changing room set up off to the side.
It was so cramped that even one person would’ve had trouble fitting, yet both tall men squeezed inside, their bodies mashed tightly together. It felt like being locked in a storage cabinet.
“Shit…”
As Eun-jo’s ass brushed up against his crotch, Park Se-yul let out a low curse. His hands moved quickly, stripping Eun-jo’s pants down in one swift motion. Cold air grazed his exposed skin, and Eun-jo whimpered.
“No, hweek, not here…!”
“Who told you to speak?”
His voice was sharp. Pressed flush against him, Park Se-yul gripped Eun-jo’s waist tightly. One hand slid over the soft curve of his ass, stroking it deliberately.
“Haah…”
Just from that touch, Eun-jo’s lewd body trembled. Between them was a tight, untouched entrance—so neat, one could almost forget it belonged to a man. As Park Se-yul pried the cheeks apart with one hand, Eun-jo jolted in alarm.
The same fingers that had just been deep in his mouth now slid between his cheeks and pushed into his back hole. He felt the taut ring stretch open with vivid clarity.
“Hweek…! No, I can’t! Ah, ah—!”
The saliva coating them made for a smooth entry. As the first finger burrowed in, a second quickly followed, stretching the narrow walls.
“Huh, ahng!”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
And yet, he handled the cold so well. As he nibbled Eun-jo’s earlobe, he curled his fingers in a slow circle. By now, he knew exactly where Eun-jo’s weak spot was. Without needing to look, he rubbed that spot firmly, and Eun-jo cried out.
“Hahk! Ah, ahh! Team Leader! Ung!”
As if pain had never existed, his insides softened quickly. The entrance swelled and grew tender, the trembling walls clinging tightly, greedily sucking at the fingers inside.
Eun-jo’s heels lifted off the floor from the jolting pleasure. He wanted to back away, but there was no space left—not even an inch. All he could do was submit and wail as his back hole was claimed.
“Dripping like this, and still pretending otherwise.”
“Hieut, uh, ah, ahng!”
“Know your place, Yeo Eun-jo.”
Wet, obscene sounds escaped as the fingers pumped in and out. Before he realized it, not just Park Se-yul’s fingers but even his crotch had become soaked.
“What’ll you do if you mess up the changing room?”
“Hweek…! N-No…!”
Eun-jo shook his head in protest, tears spilling from his eyes in a mix of shame and helplessness.
“I-It’s not precum…”
“Then is it cum? Huh?”
His lips trailed down from the earlobe to his neckline. Pushing aside the collar, he bit into the soft flesh and muttered against his skin.
“Whose cum did you take this time?”
Even though he knew it was his doing, that thought didn’t even cross Park Se-yul’s mind. As he roughly yanked out his fingers, Eun-jo threw his head back and sobbed.
An icy spike formed at his fingertips. A thick rod of ice, as long and wide as his cock, jagged with uneven edges.
When the icy tip touched his entrance, Eun-jo instinctively turned his head—but their bodies were so tightly pressed together, he couldn’t see a thing.
“Relax.”
His wrinkled hole stretched taut, and the ice plunged deep inside. The moment it entered, Eun-jo’s mouth fell open in a soundless scream.
“Ah, ahheuhk…!”
Just then, the sound of a door creaking open cut through the air. A large hand immediately clamped over his mouth, and the icy cock was shoved in to the hilt.
“…!”
Eun-jo trembled like he’d been hit by a shockwave, eyes wide with panic. It had been so long since he’d been filled, the pressure in his lower belly was unbearable—as if he might burst. With no way to escape, he gave up his hole and bit down his moans.
Footsteps echoed outside. The staff seemed to be combing through the waiting area, looking for someone.
“Have you seen the Guide?”
“Didn’t the director take him?”
“He was just here a second ago, but now he’s gone…”
Ignoring the voices searching for him, Park Se-yul kept moving. He pumped the ice rod deep, then pulled it back to the edge, only to slam it in again. With each thrust, melted ice water ran down in hot rivulets.
“Eup, uh…! Eup…!”
He was losing his mind. With the merciless stimulation drilling into him, Eun-jo’s thoughts shattered. Every nerve screamed—trapped between Park Se-yul’s unyielding body and the relentless thrusts of ice below.
